Male to sextoy
“God this town blows,” Serena thought sullenly as the professor continued on with his lecture. Her powers were one of the only things that kept her entertained throughout the day. The thought of what she was able to do always made her feel better. It had been a week or so since she had used her powers last and she had already forgotten the name of the man she had transformed.
“Oh well,” Serena thought indifferently, he was annoying anyhow and she much preferred the company of the newly minted Monica. Granted, Monica could at times prove to be a bit irritating with her constant chatter about men.
“Oh my god Serena did you see how hot Brad and his friends looked yesterday at practice?” Monica exclaimed a little too loudly.
“Excuse me Miss Daniels,” Mr. Bard interjected before Serena could form a response, “I would quite appreciate it if you would pay attention to my lecture.
Monica rolled her eyes and turned back to face the front of the classroom.
“Very good,” Mr. Bard said as he turned back around and began to continue where he left off.
Serena couldn’t help but smile as she watched Monica pout in the row next to her. “Perhaps, I made her too boy obsessed,” Serena thought as she tried to focus on what her teacher was yammering on about.
Despite her best efforts Serena couldn’t focus on the lecture that her teacher was giving. Her thoughts kept going back to how she had transformed that annoying guy into the equally annoying Monica. The thought of that former man trapped within a boy crazy 18 year old woman made Serena experience a sense of Euphoria. Serena wasn’t sure why she enjoyed transforming and torturing people, all she knew was that it was extremely pleasurable to do.
The class bell woke Serena from her thoughts and she gathered her things alongside Monica and headed towards the cafeteria for lunch. Upon arriving Serena couldn’t help but notice that their signature table had been occupied by some rift rafts.
“Excuse me,” Serena said, “you best be on your way before something bad happens.”
Serena was met with a myriad of scoffs and some less than kind words. Serena simply chuckled to herself and assessed the situation. She only knew one of the four students who were currently occupying her table. That individual was David, the run of the mill loner/geek. David was about 5’ 10”, tall and lanky and had an air of disregard for most people.
The rest of the occupants consisted of his little groupies, a brief use of her powers told Serena all she needed to know. Of the three remaining students there was: Karen, a short quiet wisp of a girl, brown hair, glasses, and little in the area of sex appeal. Lucas, best friend of David since childhood, about 5’7”, blonde hair, blue eyes, and slightly athletic from years of track and cross country, and finally there was Mary, she was about the same height as Karen, black hair, brown eyes, and a body that had Serena slightly jealous. Specifically, Mary had some of the greatest tits in school, large perky and not an ounce of sag.
While Serena was taking stock of her current predicament, the occupants of the table had been trying to ignore her as best they could. They are knew who Serena was and they couldn’t stand the perky blonde cheerleader. Mary, in particular, couldn’t stand Serena.
“There are plenty of other tables Serena,” Mary said with an air of annoyance. “Why don’t you just got sit somewhere else and stop making a scene.”
Serena didn’t respond to Mary, she simply smiled and with a wave of her hand the fun began.
Mary rolled her eyes as she watched Serena wave her hand as if she was casting some sort of spell. “Be careful guys she might cast a spell on all of us,” Mary said with a smirk.
Mary’s smirk evaporated in a moment when her parents materialized in front of the table. Mary’s father, Bruce, was a resource manager at the local plant and her mother, Cindy, hadn’t work since Mary was born.
“What the hell,” Bruce said as he looked around the cafeteria, “where the hell am I and how did I get here?” Mary’s mother was just as confused but didn’t say anything, instead she, like her husband, seemed baffled as to how they arrived in a school’s cafeteria.
“Guys are you seeing this,” Mary asked as she slowly stood up. Instead of answering her friends just continued eating as if nothing was going on. The same thing was happening with the rest of the people in the cafeteria. Not one person seemed concerned that two people had just materialized out of midair.
“They can’t hear you,” Serena said, savoring the fear and uncertainty radiating from Mary and her parents.
“What are you,” Mary asked, her voice trembling.
“Shit!” Bruce screamed as he doubled over in pain. Mary looked over at her father unsure of what was going. Bruce was breathing heavily and barely able to stay on his knees, his face was contorted in fear and pain.
Mary couldn’t believe what she was seeing, her dad was slowly shrinking his arms and legs withdrawing into his body. Soon his arms and legs were gone and he was squirming on the floor in a blind panic.
“Oh god!” he screamed, “What the hell is happening to me?” he cried trying desperately to make sense of what was going on.
Serena slowly walked over to the squirming man and bent down so that she was face to face with him. “Shhhh,” she said tauntingly, “pocket pussies don’t talk.”
With that she grabbed his checks and squeezed forcing his lips open. Despite his best efforts Bruce could do little but squirm and rage. To everyone’s amazement Serena was able manipulate his skin like it was some sort of flexible plastic. Serena pushed and shaped his nose with her free hand until it was little more than a nub above his lips. She then pushed his lips together until the top of his mouth was touching the nub of his nose. Once Serena was finished she let go of his lips and watched as he desperately tried to speak. Despite no longer holding his lips together they stayed as they were and Bruce was unable to make any sounds.
Mary and her mother were both pale as they watched the spectacle before them. Bruce was squirming on the floor, face red, tears streaming down his face.
“Doesn’t he look cute,” Serena asked mockingly, “A little bit more and he will be all complete.”
Suddenly the clothes on Bruce disappeared and he began shrinking in earnest. Soon he was no larger than a Pringles can. Serena then picked up Bruce and examined her prey. Though he could no longer talk Serena could hear him screaming for help in his head.
“There there little one,” Serena hummed as she turned the entirety of his body white and started to smooth his features until his entire body resembled one long white tube. The only exception being his little dick which Serena sadistically playing with.
“Awww does my little pocket pussy want to cum?” Serena mockingly sang.
“Please….please…no…not pocket….pussy….im man….cum…please,” his thoughts screamed inside Serena’s head.
“You really like this don’t you?” Serena cooed before she abruptly stopped playing with her little toy. Bruce was in desperate need for release and when Serena stopped playing with his dick he would have cried if he could. Despite all that was going on, no matter how hard Bruce tried he couldn’t get rid of his erection.
“You see pocket pussy,” Serena said casually, “I think im going to leave your dick all hard and jutting out like this.”
“Please….no…turn….cum….not….pussy….cum,” Bruce sobbed.
“Shush shush,” Serena gleefully said as she looked over to the faces of Mary and Cindy, both of whom were aghast as to what was going on.
“You’re never going to cum again, you know that right?” Serena said aloud. “You are no longer a person, you are simply a pocket pussy with a slight defect down here” Serena said as she smoothed the tip of his little dick until it was nothing more than a tiny nub sticking out the bottom of the new pocket pussy.
“Now for the finishing touch,” Serena gleefully exclaimed.
Bruce’s eyes slowly faded away and the front of the pocket pussy took on the appropriate color and texture of a fake pussy.
“There we go,” Serena beamed, “You are now just the perfect pocket pussy.” “I think I will let all my boy toys use you as a warm up before they get to me.”
“Just think about it,” Serena continued, “you exist now to be nothing more than a cum receptacle.”
Serena could hear the desperate pleas for mercy emanating from the once proud man, but instead of causing remorse it just further excited her. She couldn’t wait to watch one of her boy toys use this particular toy.
“Now,” Serena said callously, “who’s next?”